Pharaoh

The legendary golden cemetery is not just a magnificent underground mausoleum as Rebecca imagined.

It was a vast, majestic subterranean city almost as large as her nation's capital, and the golden ornate palace she had first seen was nothing more than a temple on the fringes of the subterranean city.

And the inscription carved on the huge stone wall in that stone room is the sacrificial wall in the center of the temple.

Rebecca has also noticed that the stone wall did not disappear in front of her eyes, but she was already trapped in the illusion the moment she hit the crystal ball in front of the stone wall, and only then did she see the golden city at its last The forbidden place in the center that can never be broken into - the place where the last pharaoh of the golden kingdom of ancient Egypt died.

The coming Yugi rescued her from the temple's guardians at the last moment.

"Will you help me?"

"I can."

"why?"

"Helping someone I like doesn't need a reason."

The smiling blond boy's answer made the girl's face blush slightly. Even though she knew that the boy with a clean smile didn't have any special meaning in his words, the 'like' in the words still made her unable to resist instinctively. The heart skipped a beat.

The young man who is the guardian of this place has promised to take her to the deepest and darkest monster cemetery in the underground city of gold, and help her obtain a powerful monster.

Although the game, as the guardian of the Golden City, can come and go freely in the city, but Rebecca, who is an outsider, does not have this ability.

If she wanted to reach the other end of the city, she could only obediently follow behind Yu Yu.

And it was precisely because she followed the game for several days that she realized that the city was almost terrifyingly huge.

Along the way, she was so shocked by the magnificence and magnificence of the Golden City that she could only express all her feelings with admiration.

But for her surprises, You You always looked at her with a smile, but his eyes were a little dazed and dazed for some reason.

At first, she thought the game was a bit boring, but after a long time, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

The roads they passed were still spacious, and the city was still vast when viewed from afar, and the countless buildings next to it were still magnificent, and the pure golden carved lacquer shone with dazzling brilliance.

Yet this lifeless and splendid city of gold was cold and silent.

When not talking, she could clearly hear her and Yuyu's breathing.

In this huge city, the breathing of the two of them was so obvious that it made people feel extremely oppressed.

Standing in the city of gold, she seemed to be able to feel the icy breath of gold and metal passing through the air in all directions bit by bit, penetrating deep into the skin and making her limbs cold, even the breath she exhaled seemed to carry the cold air with it. A lifeless coldness.

Rebecca fell silent suddenly, she no longer wanted to marvel at the magnificence of those buildings.

She just suddenly thought that the game has always been alone, imprisoned in this beautiful but cold golden tomb in the name of a guardian.

"Game, where's your family?"

She had asked cautiously and tentatively.

"...is no longer here."

After a slight pause, the game answered her like this.

The suffocating pause made her dare not continue to ask.

'Not here anymore'...what does that mean?

Did you mean leave here?

But even if Yu You's family abandoned the responsibility of being a gravekeeper, it's impossible to leave You You and stay here alone.

So... is that what it means to have passed away?

The brown-haired girl was thinking wildly, and suddenly felt a little irritable.

What is there to guard this broken tomb, no one can get in anyway.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but reached out and touched her waist, stroking the fragments of the crystal ball in the small package with her fingertips.

The nightmare of that day made her terrified. She once thought about throwing away these pieces, but as soon as she looked up and saw Yu Yu's face, she gave up the idea by accident.

The prince of ancient Egypt in her dream is so similar to the game. If she hadn't discovered that those dreams were all about the time when ancient Egypt was finally destroyed, and they were all about 1000 years ago, she would be afraid that it would be true. He will regard Yuyu and that prince as one person.

After all, the Egyptian prince she dreamed of more than 1000 years ago must have died long ago, maybe it was one of the two golden coffins she saw.

Youyou... should be the descendant of that Wangdi, so that's why he resembles Wangdi so much, right?

She guessed so.

On the way to the monster's cemetery, she stopped and stopped following the game.

She couldn't tell the difference between day and night, but every time a certain time came, the game would take the initiative to tell her that she needed to rest.

As soon as you close your eyes, you start dreaming.

She was a little scared at first, but she gradually got used to it later.

When Rebecca fell into a dream for the second time, she saw the familiar vast and boundless golden hall again.

She still looked at everything with that boy's eyes.

She found that 'self' was standing on the high platform of the main hall at the moment, and in front of her eyes, a huge golden coffin was on top of it.

She saw the white skin hand stretched out by 'herself' unconsciously stroking the golden coffin lid engraved with mysterious and beautiful runes.

The unbearable pain of being unable to breathe was transmitted again.

She thought that was really the mood she felt the owner of this body.

A man in ancient priestly attire came to her, followed by many people in the same attire as him.

They knelt before her.

She heard them respectfully address 'myself' as Wangdi.

She saw the leading black-skinned man knelt at her feet, raised his hands high, and held a hook-shaped golden scepter in front of her.

……

Is this... to let this younger brother succeed him?

Could it be that the dead boy with crimson pupils she saw last time was the legendary Pharaoh of the Kingdom of Gold?

Could it be that this younger brother is the last Pharaoh?

The two golden coffins she saw were the coffins of the red-eyed Pharaoh and the current brother?

She was guessing wildly in a daze, but when she lowered her head, she saw the white hand of 'own' that was originally placed on the golden coffin lid lift up.

She suddenly felt her heart tense up.

She watched 'her own' hand slowly reach out to the hooked golden scepter held up by the young priest.

Her eyes followed the hand unconsciously, but her mind was blank.

Even she herself didn't know why she was so nervous that she almost held her breath for a moment——

A hand with the same white complexion as 'her' stretched out from the side like lightning, five fingers clasped 'own' wrist abruptly, forcing the fingertips of 'own' which was about to touch the golden scepter to stop in mid-air middle.

Rebecca looked sideways subconsciously, but was shocked.

The boy who suddenly appeared beside her squinted his dark purple pupils slightly, and looked sideways in a condescending attitude with a sense of oppression.

She almost thought that the boy king whose heart had been crushed had come back to life again——

Just when she hadn't calmed down, she found that there seemed to be a quarrel between 'herself' and the boy with purple pupils.

In the next second, a sharp pain came from the grasped wrist.

She felt 'self' suddenly pushed backwards.

Someone caught her staggered few steps and nearly fell down.

But when the man caught her, he also held her shoulders firmly so that she could not move.

She looked back subconsciously, and standing behind her was a young man also wearing a priest's robe. The man's face was tense, and his tight lips made his expression even colder.

She felt that Brother Wang seemed unwilling to break free from the young priest's hand, but he was obviously powerless.

Rebecca cast her eyes in a daze at the front, which she mistook for the resurrected young pharaoh. She had never seen twins with similar appearance, but the boy in front of her was similar to the dead pharaoh except for his skin color and the color of his pupils. To the extent that even the slight curvature of the slender eye corners is exactly the same weird.

She watched the boy look her way, then turned away.

The boy stretched out his hand, and without hesitation, he held the golden scepter, which obviously symbolized the power of the Pharaoh, in the hand of the black-skinned priest who looked very troubled at the moment.

Rebecca clearly saw the dark-skinned priest looking towards her. It was obvious that he was looking at Wang Di, and his eyes revealed extremely complicated emotions.

Then, he opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

The dark purple cloak flew up in the air, blocking the black-skinned priest's opened lips and blocking Rebecca's gaze at the priest.

Holding a golden scepter, the purple-eyed boy king strode forward from among them, his dark purple cloak fluttering behind him like the wings of an eagle.

"The Pharaoh is not dead."

She heard the young king leave such a sentence.

A beam of brilliance emanated from the golden scepter in his hand and circulated throughout his body.

She saw that the moment the young Pharaoh stepped out of the temple gate, his white skin turned into a light brown tone, and his dark purple pupils turned into crimson flames.

The gate of the temple is closed.

The few people in the temple closed their eyes and sighed.

The Egyptians cheering outside the temple couldn't see the huge golden coffin deep in the temple.

For them, their god Pharaoh was not dead.

This is enough.

In this way, they can continue to fight with all their strength and faith.

The young king of Egypt will lead Egypt in the flames of war to continue to advance in blood and death.

Listening to the roaring cheers coming from outside the temple, the brown-haired girl woke up from her sleep.

Her eyes were open in the dark, her long brown hair messed up on her white shoulders.

The cheers of the people of the ancient kingdom of gold should still be heard, she could feel their joy, she could feel their belief and dependence on the Pharaoh, and she could feel the fearless warriors desperate to protect The Empire's will to fight to the death.

But she knows the result.

She covered her face with sudden tears streaming down her face.

Egypt was destroyed, 1000 years ago.

What she saw was the last glory of the ancient kingdom of gold.

-

In reality, Rebecca and Yugi's journey continues.

In the dream, the story of her and the Egyptian prince continued.

In the beginning, she could only possess the body of the Egyptian king and see everything with his eyes in her dream. Later, she found that she could gradually separate from the body of the Egyptian king and float beside him in an illusory body.

But she can only follow him and cannot leave a step.

She followed the Egyptian prince, silently watching the last moments of the golden kingdom that was suddenly destroyed in a moment of glory and power more than 1000 years ago.

Barbaric aliens are eroding this ancient civilized country.

It is an endless war with no end in sight.

Then there are ground fissures, tsunamis, erupting volcanoes, scorching droughts, and raging plagues... It's like all the disasters between heaven and earth are concentrated on the big ship of Egypt, which is crumbling and about to sink...

The blood of the ancient Egyptian people stained the mother river that flows quietly on the land of Egypt as if silently crying.

The once powerful and prosperous empire was like a giant stepping into the abyss of mud, and could only watch it sink little by little until it was swallowed up by the dark mud.

All struggles were in vain.

It was a dark and desperate situation without any hope.

Even as a bystander, she could feel the oppressive and breathless heaviness that permeated the whole of Egypt.

She suddenly understood why the boy king with purple pupils did not hesitate to push his brother away from the Pharaoh's scepter at that moment.

It wasn't the greedy and ugly power struggle between brothers she had thought, but the golden scepter was too heavy, and the one who held it was destined to bear the burden of a lifetime.

The young Pharaoh took the blood-drinking blade from his brother and took it under his wing.

She watched the young king who took the golden scepter return from the battlefield again and again, and the blood and scars stayed on his body forever.

The people crowding behind the young king decreased little by little, disappearing from the side of the young king one by one.

The soldiers who went out died one after another.

Then one day, when a panicked messenger rushed in front of the prince and priests who were discussing the evacuation of civilians...

Amid the dissuasion of the priests, the young Egyptian prince suddenly stood up and tore off the long sword hanging on the stone wall and strode out!

……

The long Nile River flows slowly through the land of Egypt, and the blood flowing from the corpses piled up on the river bank dyes its emerald green hue with an unusual blood color.

The Egyptian reinforcements who caught up with this fierce battle at the last moment paid a terrible price to repel the enemy again, and their blood stained the land of Egypt.

She followed the Egyptian prince, and on the battlefield, a huge fiery red pterosaur prostrated on the ground. Its eyes were closed, its body was covered with scars, and its huge snort was faintly visible. It almost felt No breath of life.

Countless fiery red light spots flew from the flame dragon's body into the sky, and its huge body dissipated little by little.

The sky dragon of Osiris.

She looked at Brother Wang, and found that Brother Wang, who was staring at the red dragon, was very pale at the moment. Then, he turned around sharply and galloped forward.

The white hooves of the steed beneath him were dyed bright red as they trampled through countless corpses.

She floated tightly in the air and followed, and suddenly her heart jumped.

don't want……

Please do not……

Don't what?

She didn't even dare to think about it, she only knew that she was holding her breath in her chest and couldn't hang it up and down.

She is afraid.

It wasn't the feelings conveyed to her by the prince of Egypt, but she herself was really afraid.

……if……

She really didn't dare to see the expression on Brother Wang's face at that time.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch that immature but blood-stained white face of the young prince who was about to cry but was trying to hold back but made her feel more distressed.

But her finger pierced the other's cheek, and her hand couldn't bring the slightest warmth to the cold-skinned boy.

She lowered her hands weakly, and she who once gave up her belief in the gods prayed to heaven more devoutly than anything else at this moment.

god please...

Please--

When she saw the young pharaoh who was sitting under the stone wall under the service of the serious priest, even though half of his cheeks were stained red with blood, he could still raise his head and smile at this side, she instantly felt relaxed. Feeling broken.

Great.

She thought she was about to cry with joy.

Great.

This sentence was repeated over and over again in her heart at this moment.

She smirked and looked at the younger brother who was standing on the ground staring blankly at the Pharaoh smiling at him, but the pharaoh himself burst into tears, feeling an uncontrollable joy in her heart for some reason.

Really good!

She happily hugged Wang Di's neck from behind with her imaginary hands, bent her eyes with a smile, and smiled in his ear, saying this sentence that he couldn't hear at all.

After finishing speaking, she realized that she had carried herself away for a while and made such an overly intimate gesture, and she blushed immediately, even if the other party didn't know about it, she felt extremely embarrassed.

She quickly let go of her hand as if being scalded and flew back.

Although she blushed, she continued to giggle silly, floating in the air and looking down at the young Pharaoh sitting under the stone wall, stretching out his blood-stained bandaged hand to his brother.

The young brother of the king knelt beside the young king, his immature cheeks were already stained with tears.

The young king embraced his younger brother in his arms.

Brother Wang hugged the pharaoh tightly, as if wanting to feel the warmth of the other party, he pressed his white cheeks against the other party's neck.

The Pharaoh raised his hand and gently stroked his brother's hair. The golden hair on the side of the cheek was stained with bright red blood, which looked extraordinarily luxurious and gorgeous, and fell on the pure gold earrings and forehead on the side of the brother's cheek. The bloodstained golden headpiece of the Eye of Horus gleamed in the sun.

He pursed his lips tightly, making his lips look thinner and sharper, but the eyes he looked down at the prince in his arms were softer than anything else...

wrong!

Rebecca, who was floating in the sky, suddenly opened her eyes wide.

The hand of the young king of Egypt, which was placed behind his brother's invisible hand, suddenly raised high, and the cold dagger stained with bright red blood gleamed in his hand——

what are you going to do? !

In the overwhelmed astonishment, she forgot that she couldn't touch them, and lowered her head in a panic, wanting to fly down, all she wanted was to knock the dagger out of Pharaoh's hand.

But her hand penetrated the steel dagger.

She watched helplessly as the sharp blade of the bloody dagger shone coldly in the sun and pierced the back of the younger brother who was curled up in the pharaoh's arms with a happy smile at the moment—

stop it! ! !

At the last second when the blood-stained blade was about to pierce the heart of Wang Di, it hung in mid-air.

Kneeling on one knee, the young priest reached out and grabbed the hand of the pharaoh who stabbed his brother with a dagger.

"...You can't take Brother Wang away..."

She heard the young high priest say this, and on his face, which was always cold and expressionless, there was a pained look that Rebecca had never seen before.

"He's the last..."

last what?

She didn't catch it, but she guessed it.

The last royal family.

last hope.

final faith.

Those are the chains that are about to bear all the heavy responsibilities, heavier than anything else...

The blood-stained dagger fell to the rocky ground, making a heavy iron crash, but the hand holding the dagger also fell to the ground silently.

Wang Di, who was intoxicated in the short and illusory tranquility, suddenly raised his head, and he looked at his hands.

His hands that had just hugged the other's back tightly were dripping hot and gorgeous blood in front of his eyes.

He stayed there for a while, then turned his head and looked at the priest beside him with pleading eyes, but the priest lowered his head and avoided his gaze as if he couldn't meet his eyes.

The boy's violet pupils seemed to be rendered by a mist into a hue that settled into the deepest part of the shadows.

He lifted his blood-stained hand little by little with great difficulty, and when his fingertips touched the cheek of the young king who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed, he still felt warm.

He opened his eyes wide, but the bright pupils were so dry that no trace of water vapor could be seen at the moment.

There was nothing but blankness on his face.

After a long time, the young Wangdi let go of his hand.

He knelt and sat in front of the dead pharaoh, and there was no movement for a long time.

He lowered his head, grabbed the clothes on the pharaoh's chest with one hand, and pressed the other hand between his legs kneeling on the ground to support his slightly forward body.

He closed his eyes, his slender black eyelashes cast deep shadows on his cheeks, and golden hair hung down from his white cheeks, hiding most of his cheeks in the darkness.

All he could see was his blood-stained hand tightly clutching the pharaoh's chest, which was also blood-stained red and could not see the original white clothes. The joints of his slender fingers were already shockingly pale against the bloodstains.

His hand was so tight, as if he had exhausted all his strength and completely relied on that hand to support his body that was on the verge of collapse.

But when it was tense to the extreme, it made the pale fingers even more weak.

She couldn't hear a sound, and she couldn't see if he was crying again.

Because big tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision of him.

She burst into tears suddenly, out of breath.

But she didn't know why she was crying so hard, just like she didn't know why the meteor-like joy that she thought the pharaoh survived not long ago came from.

She thought of the huge and ornate golden coffin that stood on the high platform of the temple.

The stele of death was erected between two huge golden coffins.

—the place where the last pharaoh of Egypt died—

—The name of the king is Atum—

From the beginning, she knew the outcome.

She just thought there would be a miracle.

History will not change, and fate will show no mercy.

Miracle didn't happen.

In the end, only the king of Egypt was left alone.

And there is her 1000 years later who is watching all this by his side.